Wow look at this, another chapter of the story I abandoned years ago. . . and people say miracles don't happen, bah! But alas, it has been a while so the story may not flow perfectly so bear with me. And any helpful tips would be quite, well, helpful. So feel free to give me your constructive criticism.

Chapter seven: kitchen trips

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"But the kitchens would be so much closer," Ginny said as she stood and brushed the dirt off her but. Why in the world were they having a civil conversation when they had just woken up all snuggled together? Ah well, no use making a bigger deal about it.

"Yes, I assume they would be, however seeing as how students aren't allowed in, that is quite a ridiculous proposition."

"Oh, Draco, you bore; I know where the kitchens are," she said, rolling her eyes.

"Well then, by all means, lead the way," he said, rolling his hand in front of him as he stood, indicating her to walk. She began walking away briskly. Now he was following her, an odd change.

Why was he following her anyway? Wasn't the whole point of today to get her to stop following him? But there he was, watching the sway of her hips in front of him as she led him to food. Wait! . . . He wasn't watching her hips! He was err . . . enthralled with the stitching on her jeans . . . yes, that was it. . .

"What is it with you?" Ginny said, bringing Draco out of his reveries.

"Whatever are you talking about?" he asked.

She stopped and turned around, looking at him as if he were retarded. "I say something to you and you just don't hear me or something," she said in an exasperated tone.

Draco cocked his head. "Were you talking?" I was too enticed by your ass. No! your jeans' stitching . . .

She rolled her eyes and sighed loudly. "Never mind, Malfoy. I suppose it is rather useless to expect courtesy from one such as you."

"Come now, Ginevra, I'm not that bad, really," he said in amusement.

"Oh yes you are." She continued walking and he began following her again.

"You've just spent the entire day with me and we didn't get at each other's throats all day, that's got to count for something," Draco offered. Why was he pointing that out? What did it even matter? This was ridiculous; he really needed to calm down.

Ginny looked at him suspiciously over her shoulder. He must have some ulterior motive; why else would he have been so nice to her all day? "I don't know what you're playing at, Malfoy, but I will either figure it out soon or you will tell me what I want to know so I can stop tailing you."

Shit. He needed to make up for that; he couldn't just go around being nice to the girl. "I think what you're doing is technically called stalking, my love," he grinned, proud of himself for saying something that was not nice. He mentally shook his head, that shouldn't have been so hard.

"Whatever. Stalking, trailing, following, they're all in the same boat. And it would all stop if you would just tell me what I want to know, Drakie kinns."

He blanched at the horrible misusage of his name. "Really? 'Drakie Kinns?' You're going to resort to that?"

She shrugged and then began to molest a painting. "You leave me no choice," she said simply. "Now where is it?" she said curiously, looking intently at the painting she was molesting.

"Ginevra, what are you doing?" he asked in complete confusion after a moment.

She scowled at him. "Trying to get you some food, if that's okay with you, Sir," she said moodily. Draco raised an eyebrow but just leaned against the wall and let her continue. After a moment, the portrait swung open; Ginny smiled triumphantly.

"Ta da! Malfoy, I give you the kitchens," Ginny said grandly, sweeping her arm in an imperious manner towards the large illuminated room beyond.

Draco walked in, looking around. At once, they were besieged by three house elves.

"What can we be getting you sir and miss?" one elf squeaked up at them. Draco looked at Ginny in alarm, not quite sure how the Hogwart's system worked.

"Go ahead, tell them what you want," Ginny encouraged.

"Erm, okay, I would like a sandwich," he said in a questioning voice as if testing some new voice reactant contraption.

Ginny giggled at his lack of expertise. "I'll have a sandwich, too, with milk, please," she said daintily to the first elf.

"Oh, I'd like some milk as well," Draco added, happy she had reminded him. He looked over to see Ginny smiling at him as the elves ran away. "What?" he asked suspiciously.

"Milk?"

"What? You got it too," he said defensively.

"Yes, but, I'm a girl," she said evasively.

"What? That doesn't even make sense," he said broodingly.

"It's adorable, that's all," she said with a grin.

"Is not," he grumbled, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall.

"Whatever you want to think, Malfoy." They stood in silence a few more moments before the three house elves scurried back.

"Here you are Miss and Sir, turkey and cheese sandwiches with milk," an elf piped out. Ginny looked pointedly with a grin at the glass of milk Draco was grabbing. He caught her amused look and scowled at the elf, yanking the milk out of his hand.

"It's not god damn adorable," he grumbled. "It's a main source of calcium," he added on. Ginny positively howled with laughter.

"Too cute, Malfoy, too cute," she said as she took her own dinner from the elves and made her way towards the door. "Where are we going to go eat anyway?" she asked as they closed the painting behind them.

Draco sighed. "My dorm I suppose," he answered unwillingly. Why was the wench so chipper? She should be in tears from spending this much time with him. But there she was, chattering animatedly while he found himself interested in the trivial things she said. He shook his head. These weird thoughts would leave when he ate. Yeah, that was it, he just needed food.

"I've got to hand it to you, Weasley, this is pretty wicked," Draco said in reference to the late night kitchen trip as they made their way to the dungeons.

Ginny smiled satisfactorily. "Everything I do is wicked," she said without thinking, then immediately cringed, knowing what she had walked in to.

"Oh, is that so?" Draco asked her with a wicked grin.

Ginny gulped. "I didn't mean it like that," she protested.

"It's okay Ginevra, my dear; your secret is safe with me. But do tell me, just what do you do that is so wicked, hmm?" he asked, his confidence rising with the familiar feeling of control. He spoke the password to his private dorm room and they entered. Ginny sat on the floor and placed her plate on the ottoman in front of the chair where Draco took a seat.

Ginny rolled her eyes. There was just no winning with this guy. Well, like her good great uncle, may he rest in peace, always said, if you can't beat them, join them. So she bit at the bait Malfoy had given her. "Oh, I couldn't possibly tell you, Drakie dear, that would ruin all the fun for when I show you," she said sweetly, taking a bite of her sandwich.

Draco almost choked. That was definitely not how she was supposed to react! Ginny looked up in satisfaction, pleased to see him at a loss for words, ah sweet victory was hers!

But alas, her victory was short lived. Draco smirked at her. "Now that's what I've been trying to tell you, darling, this whole day would have been much more fun if you had just said that eons ago," he said, still smirking. God damn it how she hated that god awful complacent smirk of his.

"Ha. Keep dreaming, Ferret."

"Tsk tsk are you really going to resort to second year insults? Truly, I thought better of you," Draco said, shaking his head in fake disappointment. Ginny rolled her eyes and was about to tell Draco exactly where he could shove his unwanted thoughts when the door opened.

Blaise walked in and looked at Draco then at Ginny. "Oh, hello Ginny," he said, his face lighting up. "What a pleasant surprise," he said with a smile, taking a seat on the bed, facing the two of them.

"Hello Blaise. How are you?" Ginny asked with a smile, deciding that if she could engage Blaise in one-on-one conversation, it would surely annoy the hell out of Draco.

"Oh, I'm good, and you?"

"Just delightful," she said still smiling. Draco opened his mouth to speak so Ginny pointedly cut him off. "And what brings you here, Blaise?"

"I was bored in the common room and Marina was being overbearing asking for Draco so I had to leave," he said in a grave voice.

"Oh, how dreadful!" she said in an equally grave tone.

Draco made as if to speak again but was cut off by Blaise this time. "Yes, quite, I don't know what runs through that girl's mind, honestly," he said, shaking his head.

Ginny cut Draco off yet again with her reply. "Some girls are such a drag," she said, empathy dripping off her words.

Draco, having caught on to her plight of ignoring him, rolled his eyes. "Did you come here to see Ginny or me, Blaise," he finally managed to say after quite a bit of conversation between the two.

Blaise looked up at Draco almost startled. "Oh, I forgot you were there, Draco," Blaise said nonchalantly.

"Gee, thanks mate," Draco said sarcastically. Ginny giggled and stuck out her tongue at Draco before Blaise looked back at her. "Wench," he muttered at her. She only laughed more.

"What are you two doing in here together anyway?" Blaise asked suddenly.

"She finds it amusing to follow me around," Draco said, drinking the last of his milk and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Not so!" Ginny protested, also finishing her milk.

Draco raised an eyebrow at her. "Well, then, do explain what you're doing here," he said as if he wanted to know just as badly as Blaise. Blaise looked suspiciously at Draco and then at Ginny then back to Draco. Something fishy was going on here.

Ginny cast a glare at Draco before turning to Blaise with a perfectly sweet face, "You see, Blaise, Draco cannot get enough of me so he continues to bait me into following him around so he doesn't have to part with me," she said with a tone that indicated pity for Draco.

"Bullshit," Draco said, but could not repress the smile on his face. Ginny made a face at him, he was supposed to be angry, not amused.

Blaise continued to look suspiciously back and forth at the two. "Okay, well, I'll be going now . . ." he said awkwardly, getting up and going to a door that led to the Slytherin common room. "Night you two, hope you work things out," he said, and then he was gone.

Ginny yawned and stood. "You have a bathroom around here?" she asked. Draco pointed at a third door. She nodded her thanks at him and went to the restroom. As she was washing her hands, she looked into the mirror. What should she do? She had stayed this long, she might as well stay the night . . . right? Yes, that's what she should do.

Upon her decision, she washed her face. Then she cleaned Draco's toothbrush using "Scourgify" and used it. For some reason, she could not just use the spell on her teeth, it just didn't feel the same. Then with a wicked grin, she took off her bra and slipped out of her jeans leaving her in only a low cut cami and her underwear. If he would not tell her on his own, it was time to start playing dirty.

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Hope that lived up to everyone's expectations. R&R :]